I worked for Planned Parenthood.
I’ve been a patient at Planned Parenthood.
I’ve taken friends to Planned Parenthood.
I am grateful I was given the opportunity to be a part of an
organization that has given so much to so many.
I’m proud to have been part of an organization that delivers
some of the highest quality health care I’ve seen. And delivers it with care
and compassion.
The care Planned Parenthood delivers is both stellar and
comprehensive.
While I worked at Planned Parenthood, I helped women access
treatment for cervical cancer, helped even more women access treatment to
prevent cervical cancer, taught folks how to use condoms, called Children’s
Services on parents that were abusing a patient, helped a client understand how
chlamydia was transmitted (definitely not the way she walked in thinking it had
happened), held the hand of women aged 13 to 40+ as they had an abortion that
they had carefully considered and chose with clarity, provided clear options to
other women as they wrestled with their decision about their pregnancy including
referrals to adoption and parenting resources and supported them in whatever
their decision was, stood firm as a parent screamed at me when I refused to
allow our clinic to provide their teenager with an abortion she didn’t want,
provided countless women with the information they needed in order to choose
when, or if they would get pregnant, helped women problem solve how to leave
their abuser, or access prenatal care
and WIC.
In Minnesota, doing this meant walking through a picket line
every day. Even the days we weren’t providing abortion services. It meant not
fighting back when one of the protestors screamed at my best friend and her son
as they dropped me off for work in the morning, “At least you didn’t kill that
baby”. It became normal to see the
doctor take off her bullet proof vest and hang it by her coat when she walked
in the door. On my way home from work, I peeked under my car and in my tailpipe
before I got in to make sure there wasn’t a bomb, every single day.
Working for PP meant photocopying frozen moldy clinic
records after anti-abortion people tried to burn down one of our clinics. This
clinic that was burned in Brainerd, Minnesota provided only birth control, STI
testing and cancer screening services.
It meant being on a first name basis with our local ATF and
FBI agents.
In Maryland, it meant squeezing enough money out of our
budget to provide the services our patient’s needed. Any time the local police
felt there was a threat I had to get to work early so that they could inspect
the facility with a bomb dog. That clinic had been burned in a different
location. The police took it personally. They weren’t going to let it happen
again. I opened the mail alone in a separate room with door closed wearing
gloves and a mask because some lovely person had decided it was fun to mail
suspicious powders to women’s clinic. Any suspicious package was thrown away. Because
not only did clinics like ours get anthrax threats. A number of other
frightening things had been sent to women’s clinics in the mail. Did you send
our clinic staff cookies? I’ll never know. If I didn’t know it was coming, it
went in the trash.
Today, not much is different. The threats just come in different clothes. A presidential candidate in blue skirt suit lying about a video. Legislators working diligently to remove funding from the organization best equipped to deliver desperately needed services to women across the country. Legislators passing law after law designed specifically to reduce access to abortion services. It's the same old tired, misogynist song.
Today, not much is different. The threats just come in different clothes. A presidential candidate in blue skirt suit lying about a video. Legislators working diligently to remove funding from the organization best equipped to deliver desperately needed services to women across the country. Legislators passing law after law designed specifically to reduce access to abortion services. It's the same old tired, misogynist song.
This war, this fight for power and control over our bodies
is about a group of people who do not want women, especially poor women or
women of color, to have access to the services we need to take control of their
lives. Women, women’s sexuality and our control over our own reproductive
choices, is seen as a radical threat to both the patriarchy and the theocracy all
too many of these politicians want to live in.
I stand with Planned Parenthood. Because I stand with women.
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